Unnamed Memory

The white true-square room is neither small nor large.

No windows, no furniture, nothing. There, Enica stood alone at some point.

"This place..."

"Reflection room, right? If you insist."

A woman's voice comes down from above, and he looks up. When I saw it, there was no ceiling in this room, and I could see a small blue sky at the end of the wall that narrowed gradually as I went up.

I guess this room, so to speak, is shaped like a square hammer. And this is where I die. Enica asks the witch who floats over her head when she pushes her fear to death.

"Were you suspicious of me from the beginning?

"Half of it. You checked to see if I was Oscar's mistress because I'd have trouble being in that guy's bedroom, wouldn't you? To the courts of the surrounding countries, I am known as the king's fiancée... so I have to kill the king before I marry him. Is that the place?

The witch's word is almost a picture star. Tinasha smiles bitterly at Enica for not answering.

"Actually, engagement is a lie. My contract with him is three months away."

"Nah......!

If that's true, the story changes completely. I should have assassinated the king after the witch left Falsus.

But to stunned Enica, Tinasha added.

"I'm just keeping this to myself, but I'm not willing to break the line I put on that guy for the rest of my life, even if I'm away from this castle. No magic or sword can harm that man.... Too bad, huh?

Dark light without light adds strength.

Words synonymous with the death sentence.

Enica held her breath for a few seconds... then looked down at her body again.

"Will you kill me?"

"Before I do that, I thought I'd have you throw up all your back relationships. Can you tell me now?

…………

I can't answer that question. If it's not to reveal it, I'm even prepared to die myself.

Tinasha grinned bitterly at the man holding his mouth.

"Fair enough. It's a reflection room for that. I'll see you later."

"Huh?"

By the time Enica looked up surprised, there was already no witch there.

To the blue sky, which just looks far away, he stands flat.

And I waited awhile and she didn't come back.

It's a strange shaped room.

Will there be four floors to the ceiling hole? Normally, he can't climb too far, but the problem is that he's in the shape of a hammer.

"Climb as far as you can...... if it narrows between the walls, can you get up with your hands?

If you don't get away with it before the witch comes back, I have no weapons or anything on me right now. Probably left on a whim, but I don't know what happens next.

When Enica decides to, she puts her finger on the wall with no joints.

And he began to climb the white wall.

For the first ten or so times, I couldn't even climb upstairs.

By the time I got over twenty times, I got the hang of it.

But I can't stand it when the slope gets too tight. His body is too heavy to support his entire weight with the power of his fingers alone. I have to get my hands on the opposite wall before I fall.

"Jump to the other side sooner -"

Fortunately, the witch isn't back yet.

Enica loosens her numb, senseless fingers and faces the wall again.

And he began to climb the white wall.

Climb. Fall.

Climb. Fall.

Climb. Fall.

Witches don't come back. The white room is quiet. There is no cloud in the blue sky.

Climb. Fall.

Climb. Fall.

Almost to the sky. A little farther after that.

But as long as we cross here, we're free.

You can run, you can die, you can choose for yourself.

Almost there.

Fall. Climb.

Climb.

The witch reappeared when Enica was sitting with her back on the white wall.

"Have you changed your mind?

The man glances up at the witch smiling at him.

"... nothing, nothing to say"

We're almost there.

I can climb a little later. You can do her right here. I've tried more than a few hundred times already, and I've lost my finger feel, but if I don't give up, I should be able to escape.

The witch narrows her eyes to Enica, who pushes a deep sigh to kill her.

And when she gave in, she whispered.

"You should throw up now."

…………

"I don't mind if you like hard work."

When she glances at her shoulder seemingly adorably, she disappears all the time.

And when Enica stood up again, she turned to the white wall.

Put your hands on the last edge.

How many times have I fallen until I got here?

Enica put her hands on the edge and pulled up her own body.

- Is it in the castle or somewhere else altogether?

That's how he came out under the blue sky, looking around and losing his words.

"This place..."

What's there as far as I can see is white on one side.

Not outside, no furniture, a bright white, large room.

I don't think so. I look up, and I see the blue sky at the end of the wall that narrows as I go up.

"... that one"

The little blue sky I've been seeing was that sky.

I didn't if I thought I could have gone outside. I just came out of the cage where there was more.

Enica looked down at the room she had been in... but came up with the possibility.

"No way."

"Oh, have you noticed?

A bright voice comes down. Looking up, there was a black witch laughing and holding her knees in the universe.

She smiles as innocent as a virgin.

"There's no exit here. Good luck climbing the wall, you'll just have to get out to the next room."

Laughing brightly, she wriggles around in the air with her hands loose, holding her knees.

"This isn't even real here, by the way. A space made of spiritual magic, where the true you are still asleep. It hasn't been five minutes since you got me."

"Nah..."

Enica stares into her own hands. Even a finger that challenges the wall and doesn't feel like it, but it doesn't rip off your nails or seep blood. The kind voice of the witch whispered.

"Look, no matter how long your subjective time went by, the sky wouldn't be at night, and you wouldn't have remembered the hunger or the sleeper, would you? If you think, so to speak, that only the senses and thoughts are progressing. It's convenient, right?"

"Oh, my God."

It's just a prison of spirit - trying to say that, but Enica can't keep saying it.

I mean, from the beginning, there was nowhere to go. Even sleeping is not allowed in this white room.

As the witch fluttered down, she crouched down before him. I smile and look up at him.

"So, you're willing to talk?

…………

"Aren't you going to talk yet? Nothing. I don't mind. There's as much time as there is. I'll wait for you. I will always wait until you are willing to speak of your own free will. Until then, you can climb the wall, and you can sit back. You can stay here as long as you want. Because that's what you can do."

When the witch said that far, she did not wait for his answer to rise.

The black magic hem flicks. A voice sounded a lot.

I'll see you in a hundred years with your subjectivity.

"Wait..."

It's too late when you reach out. The witch disappears like an illusion.

Enica, alone in a white space, in a cage of spirit, and screamed as she squeezed her own head.